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Reference to KRS-One's classic song "Can't Stop Won't Stop

Open a de herb gate sellin pure ganjaBabylon come but they undercovaThey never really want me stop sell ganja(They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far!)But I'm not havin it, I load the SLRPack the ganja BOOM! They break down the doorPop-pop! T'ree shots, exchanged at close rangeOut of three Babylon, me hit one in the brainPop-pop! Two shots hit da window paneI exchanged four shots, I drop and feel painbut I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawlI look out the window, it's a one story fallI'm fallin, hit the ground and start crawlinSoon I'm walkin 'round, blendin in with the crowdAnother day, I got away, I gotta fix this problem somedayBut the very next day...

I'm in another herb gate like a superstarEleven A.M., things are safe so farI used to worry 'bout the competition on the blockBut now the competition on the block is the copsAnd even block watch doesn't know where we layWell.. ("Open up! It's the D.E.A.!")Aww man, just when I went for more leadThe door opens up, I got a glock to my forehead("Get down! Get on the floor!") I felt the stick, I thought I was deadBut I woke up instead in a cell layin on my bedI lay back down, then I heard the crack soundTwo D.T.'s came in and laid they glocks downOne was whistlin a love song, as he put some gloves onI thought to myself, damn something's wrongBoom bap! Boom ba,p against my headI fell back on the bed, down to his feetThe pain was insane but the hit was sweetCause these dumb-ass cops punched me right by the heatThe glock, two shots, three shots they screaminThen someone said... ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreamin!")I said, "Yo dreamin? That nightmare was hell"But as I look around, I was still in my cellDamn, I got myself caught up in a jamThe D.T. that woke me up was like, WHAT?I wiped the saliva, off my mouthThe D.T. said.. ("Let's make a deal") No doubt!No question, now we started up the sessionNo need for guessin, yes they want my supplierI said, what makes you think there's anyone higher?He said.. ("Don't be a God damned liar!")You killed three D.T.'s yesterday, you heard meBut still the cops you knocked off yea was dirtyNow the whole investigation is federalWe want you to point out, the rest of the cops that are criminalHe continued to say, you can't think it throughThis whole drug game is BIGGER than you!Follow our plan man and you'll be freeLet me explain one thing so you can see, we

Now I'm back in the herb gate, all wired upConstantly thinkin about bein tied upSnap out of it - I'm thinkin, "Damn we like elves!The federal and local cops got wars with themselves;and I'm in the middle, and can't solve the riddle.My nose is runny.." {*knock at door*} ("Let me get a 20!")A 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown?("Gimme the whole pound, clown, or duck down!") {*gunfire*}God damn, God damn, here we go againBut this time I'm set up by my federal friendSuddenly I hear.. ("Yo, move from the door!") {*two shots*}Followed by the shot sounded like a four-four {*two shots*}After the violence, then there was silenceThen I heard.. ("Hey yo it's us, open up the door!")But rule number one in this game is self-relianceSo I pickd up the mini-mac in case they wanted moreThe door opened up, the feds said WHATTUP?They was stickin you up, so they had to get buckedSuddenly a sense of trust came over meI thought to myself, "Well soon I'll be free!"But as I turned around, I heard the gun go click {*clik-clak*}I said wait, but it was too late - {*GUNSHOT*}